“I’m a virgin!” she whispered. “Please, stop!”
So he did, but she clambered on top,
Her face flushed, her eyes glazed,
Dripping, slipping, half-crazed,
And her hymen gave way, with a pop!
Month: February 2013
All’s well that ends well
In the end, it all fitted quite neatly;
It stretched her, and filled her completely!
She liked it, although,
She might well have said no,
Had he not begged her ever so sweetly.
Value for money
It was straightforward fucking, no frills.
For her part, it just helped pay the bills.
She was pretty enough,
Bouncy tits, a trimmed muff;
The men got what they wanted, cheap thrills!
The long and the short of it
Men’s cocks vary, but does the size matter?
One’s little, one longer and fatter.
If cunts had a voice,
And were offered a choice,
Would they they opt for the former or latter?
Comprehension
She undressed; her expression was pensive.
She glanced at his cock, apprehensive.
Size does, in fact matter;
The longer, the fatter,
The fuck all the more comprehensive!
Virtual reality
Eyes downcast, she undressed, they embraced;
She returned his kiss, girlish and chaste.
Did they fuck? Had she dreamed?
The girl’s virtue, it seemed,
Wasn’t lost, so much, more like misplaced!